More than just another D.C. insider book or a story about politics. It’s really a fascinating read on the work that goes into maintaining the highly visible and scrutinized marriage of America’s most ambitious power couple.

I decided to read this book after figuring anyone being interviewed by the president must be worth reading. Robinson writes beautifully without being distracting, tackling religion, mortality and familial bonds with wonderful clarity and insight.

People are writing and creating more text than at any other moment in human history. We also have myriad devices that allow us to read that text — tablets, laptops and phones which are causing us to walk to our deaths and ruin our posture — but catching up on all that reading can be daunting. (I recommend an app called Pocket.)

This year was no different. There was lots of great #content to be read, through blogs, newspapers, even Twitter.

There were lots of great pieces on sports, modern relationships, celebrities, politics and music.

Of course you can’t talk about the year in longform journalism without mentioning the demise of one of the great pop culture websites: RIP Grantland. I’ll miss it but on the bright side my daily productivity has increased 57 percent.

The problem with “only fucking” isn’t that sex is dangerous or wrong outside the confines of certain social containers like the boyfriend label or an engagement ring. It’s that in 2015 and before, casual sex, as practiced by straight Americans, was routinely bereft of physical pleasure, mutual respect, and interpersonal maturity. Hook ups were supposed to be fun but they… well, weren’t.

This was the 10-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina and for the occasion lots of people wrote retrospectives. I didn’t read many of them because I suspected they were overly sentimental or about jazz and New Orlean’s resiliency or George W. Bush, which is fine of course. But this article tackles a problem that played perhaps the largest role in the death and destruction resulting from that terrible storm: the self-serving relationship between Congress and the Army Corps of Engineers.

Television is by far my favorite medium and in this era of “peak TV,” — in which you simply “can’t watch everything” — putting together a best of list can be challenging. The glut of quality T.V. leads to triage watching and forcing myself to give up on shows if I’m not hooked by the fourth episode. (Incidentally, it took five episodes to get me over my Wire hump and I’m thankful everyday that I did.) There’s only so much time we get on this planet which makes it our most precious commodity. Live your lives, people!

Anyway, there are far too many buzzed-about shows I just didn’t get around to (Fargo, Better Call Saul, Halt and Catch Fire, The Knick)

Or ones that my friends recommended but I couldn’t fit into my schedule (Bloodlines, The Leftovers).

There are shows that I gave up on that magically improve afterwards (The Walking Dead). And then there are shows I quit and then patted myself on the back as the Internet validated my decision. Looking at you season 2 of True Detective.

I got to the Season 3 finale of a lackluster Orange is the New Black, saw that it was 90 minutes and said Fuck. That. I mean, I do occasionally read and exercise.

I have my biases: half hour sitcoms with 10-13 episodes are my sweetspot.

Also, House of Cards is garbage and I will never get those hours of my life back. Thanks Netflix!

“The job will not save you.” Sometimes doing the right thing is the only reward you get in life. And only Wire-creator David Simon could take something as dry as a public housing policy implementation and make it gripping.

9. BoJack Horseman (Netflix)

An animated series about a depressed anthropomorphic horse shouldn’t be this good.

8. Master of None (Netflix)

Aziz Ansari, former Parks and Recreation star, comedian and author, delivers Louie for the Texting Generation. He lays bare the twin existential crises of being confused about how to create substantive relationships and stumbling while trying to build a meaningful adult life. Some of the stories (and worldview) are ripped directly from his is excellent book, Modern Romance.

7. Silicon Valley (HBO)

Clever tech bro satire packed between even more clever dick jokes.

6. UnREAL (Lifetime)

They say you never wanna see how sausage gets made. This over the top send up of The Bachelor/reality TV is worse than sausage. It’s scrapple.

5. Broad City (Comedy Central)

These two “take it there” and then when you think it’s gone as far is it can they take it another direction you didn’t see coming (see: the “pegging” episode)

4. Mad Men (AMC)

Watching the series finale of this show was like saying good bye to your old friends. Your racist, sexist, alcoholic friends.

3. Veep (HBO)

The dog finally catches the car she’s been chasing. Now what?

2. The Americans (FX)

The central mystery of this show (since we already know how the Cold War ends) is whether this family of deep cover KGB spies will remain intact through the conflict. Work life balance is a problem for more than just office drones.

1. Mr. Robot (USA)

It was hard to watch this show pull off this insane high-wire act without reminding yourself that it was on the same network that brought you Monk and Burn Notice. It’s like show creator Sam Esmail politely accepted any network executive shownotes and then promptly wiped his ass with them.

Goofy, unconscious dancing and instant memability aside, “Hotline” holds its own as more than just another song about Drake holding women to standards the he would never abide himself. It’s a chameleon once again proving he can slip on any style and find gold. Drake is so plugged into the zeitgeist he can take a throw away track from a batch of internet leaks and top the charts. Praise be to the 6 God.

2015 was a strong year for music that saw the return of Missy Elliott and Adele, yet Drake refused to leave. A one-eyed pirate from New Jersey high-jacked the airwaves with a love song about cooking crack. Young Thug’s “unorthodox” flow found crossover success and an Australian introvert wrote some of the year’s catchiest tunes. Without further adieu these are the undisputed top songs of the year. Please email antoine.vanderbilt@gmail.com If you disagree or have any BBQ recipes you’d like to pass along.

During her recent TED talk, Monica Lewinsky, aka the Most Famous Intern in the World (after Joe Biden), said that she’d been referenced in almost 40 rap songs. “Hi, I’m Monica Lewinsky,” said the former handbag designer. “Some of you younger people might only know me from some rap lyrics.”

Turns out, she’s actually referenced in three times that amount. According to the annotation website, Genius, Lewinsky’s name has appeared in at least 128 (!) rap songs, mostly as a synonym for fellatio.

Some songs use the scandal as a historical touchstone, as when Celph Titled raps, “Shit was good when Billy Clinton was gettin Lewinsky pussy.” But mostly, references to Lewinsky in hip-hop have one of two meanings. The first is global shorthand for all things fellatio and can be found in English, Polish, German, Spanish, and French rap songs. “The cigar” makes only a single appearance, but at least 70 songs use her name as a verb related to oral sex: i.e., to Lewinsky, to give Lewinsky, to get Lewinsky. Sometimes her name is synonymous with coming, both as a verb and — when paired with face, dress, or gown — a noun. See: Beyoncé, in “Partition,” whose sex partner “Monica Lewinsky–ed all on her gown.”

The other use of Lewinsky is as a derogatory term for an inferior person — either an insult against lesser emcees (referred to as “Lewinskys” or accused of sucking like Monica) or a stand-in for a prostitute or willing sexual partner. Songs casually use Lewinsky to refer to the women who throw themselves at prominent men in clubs, to insult women who kiss and tell, or to label the “obvious sluts,” who are power-hungry. One song, “It Has Been Said,” by Aaron Omar, even uses Lewinsky as a virgin/whore moral lesson, warning listeners to avoid becoming a Lewinsky: “You should be a Michelle Obama.” And of course, there’s the now-infamous Chris Rock mock interview, in which he used Lil Kim samples as Lewinsky’s answers to demonstrate just how crass Lil Kim was (its own kind of inverse slut-shaming).

What a terrible fate. You make a mistake at 22 years old and BOOM, your name becomes a stand-in for rappers searching for “clever” ways to discuss oral sex. I will spare you the 3,000 word think piece on fame and sexual power I have loaded in the chamber. Besides, as usual, Chappelle said it best: